The Passion of Love of the President
BONUS CHAPTERS

There is one thing that Zia has not done, and today she will fulfill. Regardless of how later, accepted or not, Zia's intentions were good and introduced Mikhayla to her family.

Not only did they go all three, it was clear that they were still with Kanaya and Ibra. Counting interweaving silahturahmi, if the word Kanaya so. Six months old Mikhayla, despite being rejected but according to Zia, her parents and sister have the right to see her daughter at this time.

"You change? Our journey is still a long way off" Mikhail said, asking his wife to hand over Mikhayla.

The bulging body of her daughter made Zia look hard to hug her. Not to mention that since then Mikhayla could not stay still, instead of sleeping but her eyes were so fresh during the meeting.

"No, he's sleeping, too."

In a moment what, since then Mikhayla's eyes have not tired at all. Her overly adorable behavior could not make Mikhail hold back from biting his daughter's fingers unconsciously.

Crying out? Of course, Ibra even pulled over first due to Mikhayla's cry of that magnitude. Had thought his grandson why-why but what happened his own son who became the main perpetrator.

"Yeah so cry, Mikhayla bite papa's finger want .. time bitten back do not want, lose ah same Mama."

"Mas."

Zia mendelik, the article in the car is not only them, but her in-laws as well. Clearly Zia was embarrassed again and again, while Kanaya, who was shocked and found out that the cause of her grandson crying was Mikhail, was clearly not silent.

PLAQUES

"Indeed, Mikhail has no sense, his hands are still soft so why do you bite."

Although difficult to reach, Kanaya willingly expended energy and effort Ektsra in order to land his palm on Mikhail's forehead. It was not just once, many times Mikhayla cried because of her actions.

The reasons also vary, bitten, pinched, kiss the delay, hug too tightly and much more. If only Mikhayla had understood, perhaps she would have chosen to be with Syakil instead of Mikhail.

"Here, Honey ... Khayla is just the same Oma."

Mikhail was unusually possessive of his daughter, unyielding to the touch. While he was, as free as it was to act on the grounds of anxiety even made his daughter scream in pain.

"Hadeuh, people like you want to have many children, there is their inner pressure, Mikhail."

Ibra shook his head slowly, the teaching of who Mikhail was so. His feelings when he was young were not so, Mikhail never hurt his son at all even the slightest.

"What's the provocateur, if Zia really doesn't want to have any more kids?"

"Not a provocateur, but see for yourself how ..one you make cry almost every day," said Ibra as he drove slowly, slowly, Mikhayla who started to calm down in Kanaya's embrace made Ibra sigh in relief.

"Then Khayla won't cry, Pa."

Her daughter was too calm, and she almost never cried in the arms of Zia or Kanaya. As a good papa, Mikhail likes baby cries and Mikhayla's shakiness will be heard if she bullies her daughter.

"Don't pity her cry so, ckckck her cheeks to red, pity, Khail."

Ibra turned to Kanaya, and as Mikhail explained, Khayla was that calm even though the sound of her crying made Ibra's eardrum seem to break.

"Leave it, here Khayla ... Papa make it cry again."

"Ck, what the hell are you!! She was so angry, " Zia held her husband back to reach Mikhayla's feet, she seemed to have a child only to be asked to cry.

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The journey far enough is now paid, the expanse of rice fields greet them and the cold air is increasingly felt. Mikhail clasped Zia's hand so tightly, they went down and walked side by side exactly the newlyweds.

Mikhayla is safer with Kanaya at the moment, while Mikhail will spend time with Zia of course.

"Relax, Mas sure everything will be different when they see Mikhayla."

Mikhail whispered as he waited for the door to open, the man realized what really made Zia fret. Rejection for a second time and for whatever sake he was worried once.

"Hopefully."

That was all Zia could hope for, it seemed like their lives were getting better. It is clear from the building of a house that is now more feasible even though it is only repairing the old house, it looks like the rest of the money that Ricko asked for the operation was used for home renovation, he said, but it doesn't seem like it will be enough if the results are as good as this, Zia thought.

Until some time waiting, the door opened and showed the face of the mother who had always missed. Zia was still so stiff, even though she welcomed it very well this time.

"Why not be informed? It should have been picked up by Ricko."

Mikhail answered his in-law questions politely. Yes, as Mikhail has emphasized, there will be no rejection when it brings Mikhayla.

As hard as he was, he wanted to be as disappointed as the woman who had given birth to Zia, as soon as Mikhayla saw her heart melt too. Had said if Zia did not need to come back because it would make her embarrassed, now the woman actually shed tears when hugging Mikhayla.

"A hundred percent of her Papa's children, there's no Zia at all" she later said, 20 years ago she cradled her daughter. Now, the woman actually loved the grandchild in front of her daughter who seemed to not believe in her response as a mother.

"All right, you can't believe she looks like me."

Zia throttled, it seemed like she was the only one who felt that Mikhayla was a small version of her. While others say different things. In their eyes, Mikhayla was Mikhail in a different version.

The presence of Khayla becomes a bond that involves many hearts. Two families fused here, and as Zia's parents could only express her gratitude time and time again.

What he was afraid of was not that terrible, right Mikhail said that his thoughts were too excessive. In fact, the world really accepts Zia as she is. Although he understood that the mistake could not be justified, but with the presence of Mikhayla the affection that had disappeared from the niche of the mother's heart is now back.

"Sleep here first, your room was fixed a few months ago. Mikhail said that you're here on your honeymoon."

Mikhail's heart was clearly dancing at this moment, smiling knots and suddenly misbehaving in front of his in-laws. Without Zia knowing he is indeed establishing communication and approaching in his own way.

What honeymoon is it? A little honeymoon, abstinence from sleeping anywhere other than in Mikhail's house would consider it a honeymoon. Especially here, the atmosphere of the countryside and the position of Zia's room overlooking the expanse of rice fields and rivers there clearly make Mikhail more carried away.

"Mikhayla sleep with Mama means yes," Kanaya said quickly, her role was amazingly needed because she understood her son felt less in feeling the life of a newlywed.

"Ck, actually I can't sleep without Khayla .. but because Mama forced me how else," he said melas and made Zia roll her eyes lazy.

Tbc